How to weaponize office supplies

This is probably the most useful video you will see all week. Keep it in a safe place for that day when your co-worker starts drooling at the mention of brains, or for that afternoon when you're working late and begin to suspect that the copier has attained consciousness and wants to fight. Because the apocalypse can come about at any moment and you're not always carrying your cross bow.  Sometimes all you have is a piece of paper and an old usb cable. Via io9.

Zombies hate stuff

... but never has hate been so delightful.

Via The Uniblog.

Tupac hologram is creepiest thing ever. Today

Everybody's peeing their pants over this dead Tupac Coachella hologram thing. I just cringe thinking of the other possible uses for this technology. What immediately comes to mind is Dead Hologram Grandma making an appearance at her own funeral. Or Dead Favourite Dog curled up in his little holographic basket. Rich Dead Uncle reading his own will to the family. The possibilities are endless and super-disturbing. You know what will happen. We'll all become used to seeing the dead intermingle with the living. And then, when the zombies come, we will not recognize what's happening and we will all be eaten and the world will be populated solely by holograms until the electricity runs out. Then there will be nothing left but beautiful animals. Do you want the beautiful animals to win? No? Then don't support the necro-hologram conglomerates.

WARNING: Apart from the wrongness of the whole enterprise, there is, of course, foul language to last you a very long, long time. So, if that doesn't agree with you, don't watch/listen.

Your new best zombie survival tool

Surrounded by zombies? Unsure where to go? Wondering if you should have stocked up on ammunition instead of collecting sea shells and vintage teddy bears, you idiot? Supposing the internet hasn't been eaten by the undead, head to Map of the Dead where you can find resources available in your neighbourhood.

Caveat: I'm a little concerned that The Centennial Infant and Child Centre on Yonge Street is listed as a military installation. You don't want to think you've finally made it to a place where automatic weapons are readily available, only to be met be a horde of drooling baby zombies. They're the worst. While you're busy considering the moral implications of killing a sort-of-baby, five others have climbed up to your head and started snacking.

And, btw, I don't live on Bay Street. That address just came up when I searched for Toronto. I live in an unnamed location. Underground. Surrounded by barbed wire and zombie-proof attack dogs.